Jack said something about teaching me the wonders of hockey the other day. For some reason I grew deeply, deeply scared. If I never up-date this again it is becasue Jack killed me... he's here now... I wonder if I could brake my leg between here and the door? Maybe I'm just being silly? I would just like to say, If this journal is ever foun- What are you doing reading over my shoulder? Oi, Jack put that down, oh no, not the jar, NOT THE JAR! Anything but the Jar!

Dr. Daniel Jackson

if you are reading this, it means that some ill fate befell me on Friday the 13th. maybe my arms were destroyed in a thrasher accident, making it difficult for me to type.